My eyes blaze with a sudden fire of jealousy and possessiveness and outrage.
I blanket her dirty, sassy mouth with mine and thrust my tongue inside while I break her virginity with one firm thrust. She whimpers into my mouth, and her body tenses under me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart,” I rumble into her neck. I scrape my fingertips across her unmarred skin from the sides of her breasts down to her hips. She in turn rakes her nails across my shoulders.
“More,” she whispers. “I want all of you.”
“You have me,” I say, pulling out and thrusting in with a rising fierceness. “Open a little wider for me, baby.”
She obeys and follows this with a command of her own. “Deeper.”
Fuck, she’s so perfect for me. I do as she says, and thrust deeper, harder. Hunter moans, her hips rising off the mattress.
“Fuck me, Anthony. Fuck me like you mean it,” she whines.
I prop her knees up on my shoulders and bury myself all the way to the hilt. She moans for me to keep going. I reach between us and rub my fingers across her clit as I continue to thrust harder at her urging. When I feel like she’s close, I move my mouth over her breasts to lick, bite and tease her lovely pink nipples.
“Yes, oh god, yes, Anthony!”
A growl escapes me, a sound I barely recognize as my own. She screams my name and shatters around me just as I deliver a series of manic thrusts. We’re both pushed over the edge of desire into the waves of perfect, otherworldly ecstasy.
It’s fucking unreal.
As I jet streams of my hot seed into her, I mutter that she’s going to have to go off the pill as soon as possible.
“Marry me first,” she breathes.
When my wracking orgasm subsides and I’m fully ruined by my woman, I slowly pull out and gently reposition her legs from my sweaty shoulders and back down to the mattress. Rolling onto my back, I pull my sweet temptress into the crook of my arm. “I’m supposed to ask that,” I say, stroking her still-sensitive nipple.
“There’s no rule about it,” she says, her over-stimulated body trembling sexily through her aftershocks, and in response to my gentle, grazing touches.
“I can make it a rule,” I tease, nipping her earlobe.
She giggles and shudders. “No more rules from you, buddy. Except when it comes to the kids. I don’t want to unleash a litter of unbearable assholes into the world.”
I laugh. “A litter? I was expecting one or maybe two.”
“Listen, old man. I’m eighteen, and we’re gonna fill this giant-ass house with babies, you got that? I want Christmases, Fourth of Julys, Thanksgivings to be crowded. I want someone to be home all the time, and I want this place full of noise. Nobody will ever feel lonely in my house.”
I trail kisses down her neck, across her chest and finally stop at her lower tummy. I stroke the soft, sensitive skin there, imagining all the love we’re going to grow in there together.
“Your house?” I tease, rising back up to nip at the skin of her neck.
She giggles. “Yeah, my house. You know you like that idea.”
I do. And my spent cock is close to reviving at the sound of her dreamy voice.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets. That’s the only rule.”
Epilogue
Hunter
We save the news for graduation day that Rushmore and I had sneaked off to Capri over spring break and got married.
Based on what I saw happening at prom between Coach Weston and Addie, and based on what I saw them doing backstage at graduation, she’s going to need me to create a diversion at her party.
Which is exactly the moment Rushmore and I decide to go public.